With a sudden bang, the tent was attacked, throwing Svalrog into disarray. Though Moira was buck naked, she immediately retaliated, throwing one of the tent poles to where she perceived one of the attackers to be.
And she was right
With a giant yelp, a Dwarf fell to the side, clutching his heavily bleeding arm tightly. Without interruption, the attack continued, their onslaught crucial to ensure that Moira did not get the time needed to counter back. But they forgot to number in Svalrog...
With a giant swing of his mechanical scythe, he split apart another Dwarf in half, eliciting gaps of fear among them. Appraising the scythe, Lewis, who was hidden amongst the first wave, was quickly shocked at what he saw:
Item: Mekarvester
Tier: 3
Grade: Average
Description: A scythe designed using technology archaic to this age. With each swing, the device could extract the iron from the blood of its targets, restoring its dull blades. Due to the technology being incomplete, the blade can only re-sharpen its blades only, not regenerate any broken parts.
Remark: Hmm, how do they have Sipsian's technology...?
Though confused by the confounding remark, Lewis did not have time to ruminate over it, for the scythe barely scraped by. Despite only drawing a thin line over his head, Lewis felt his blood, no, actually saw it, float into the scythe, he felt his body become more lethargic, something which terrified him to say the least.
Seeing that any more contact with the blade would kill him, he leapt back, taking a potion from his backpack.
Item: Healing Potion
Tier: 2
Grade: Perfect
Description: A top-of-the-line, commonly used healing potion. Ingesting it would heal the wound up to a value of 40 HP per second, up to 10 seconds.
Remark: You should be thanking whoever you worship for the fact that the little twerp made something safe for once!
Chugging it in one gulp, Lewis took a small canister from his backpack. Furrowing his eyes, he gingerly jerry-rigged an arrow with the cannister, before aiming it straight into the now-guarded Svalrog. Hope this freezing core can stop that son of a bitch!
With a do-or-die attitude, he shot the Freezing bullet straight at Svalrog...
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This is not going well...
Sweating profusely, Svalrog grit his teeth, growing more desperate at each passing second. He knew that if no reinforcement arrived within the next 15 minutes, they'd be fucked.
That damn harlot! If only she didn't place her bloody camp here to enjoy her revelries!
Gritting even tighter, he faced what appeared to be a lone Human in front of him. Just then, his senses began tingling, alarming him to the sudden danger.
This sense of his, a gift running in his family, had saved him countless times, from when they attacked the traitors in the Empire, nearly being decimated by the explosive-laden fort, to when they smuggled in the Mermaids, barely scraping by the Kraken's revenge. And this time, it was no different...
Except his head was buzzing to the point of exploding
Just as he was about to kneel in pain, he saw a bright flash of blue light. Delirious, he could only watch it fly straight at him, unable to move an inch...
His final thoughts before he shattered into blocks of ice were:
I...feel...so...
Sleepy...
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Bang!
With a large thwack, Simon knocked the streaking Moira unconscious, panting at the sheer effort needed to knock her down without killing her. Man it was difficult attacking her like this...
Trying his best to calm down his raging boner (I mean, c'mon, who wouldn't fantasise dirty deeds when seeing something like this, you bunch of virgins!), Simon, as gentlemanly as possible, covered her up in a rough cloak, tying her as tightly as possible without his thoughts going into the degenerate direction.
Seeing Lewis come over the top of the mountain, Simon, relieved, waved towards him. "Lewis, got the strea– I mean, the commander–"
ROAR!